Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Rwanda and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Radiopuhelimet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultimate Spinach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Livin' Joy,
Pantaleimon,
Kaleidoscope,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Wyatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Slave,
Godley & Creme,
Roger Hodgson,
Wasted Youth,
Slick Rick,
Sparks,
Vladislav Delay,
Bizarre Inc.,
La Düsseldorf,
Interpol,
Visage,
E-Dancer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Terry,
Mantronix,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fuzztones,
Black Sheep,
cv313,
The Smiths,
Brand Nubian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pierre Henry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dennis Brown,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Saccharine Trust,
Colin Newman,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Almond,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Names,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cal Tjader,
Yusef Lateef,
Isaac Hayes,
Henry Cow,
Severed Heads,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick May,
Alphaville,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.